Julian's face was flushed with embarrassment and anger as he held his cheek. Blood was trickling slowly down to his immaculate white collar. The crowd of Dallas elite was whispering loudly now, pointing their phone cameras at the scene. Julian realized his polished public image was shattering into pieces right in front of the town's most influential figures.
Julian: You are completely out of your mind! Security, take her down!
Sarah: Touch me and every news channel in Texas will get the audio recordings of you admitting to fake legal filings!
The security guards paused, looking nervously at Eleanor for direction. Eleanor walked straight toward her son, her eyes fixed on the bleeding marks on his face. She took a deep breath and reached out her hands toward the baby.
Eleanor: Give me the child, Julian. Right now.
Julian: Mother, if I give him up, the trust fund bank audit next week will freeze our shares!
Eleanor: I do not care about the trust fund! Look at what you have done to this family's honor!
Sarah pulled out a small black flash drive from her pocket and held it high above her head for all the guests to see. She pointed directly at a tall man standing near the front row—Julian's personal lawyer, who held the original trust paperwork in his leather briefcase.
Sarah: On this drive are recorded conversations between Julian and his business partner! He planned to use fake medical records to commit fraud against the court and steal my parental rights! He did it all to secure fifty million dollars from his grandfather's estate!
The lawyer's face turned completely white. He looked around at the judging eyes of the guests, realizing that keeping silent could lose him his legal license forever. The guests were stunned by the revelation. They realized this was not a story about an unstable mother, but a cold calculation by a greedy heir trying to lock down a fortune.
Julian: She's lying! None of those recordings are legal!
Sarah: They are fully legal in Texas, Julian! And your bank trustees will get a copy tomorrow morning unless you hand over my son right now!